Harper St. George > Quotes

“He found her weakness without even trying- a man whose confidence outweighed his arrogance was a dangerous creature indeed.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“When you love someone, I don’t think the passing years mean very much. Yesterday, or several years, the pain of their loss is still there.” The ache came back to his throat, forcing him to swallow several times.”
― Harper St. George, The Heiress Gets a Duke

“I have thought of little else. I admit that at first there was sadness, knowing that we will never have children born of our love, but it doesn't stop me from wanting you. From loving you. I even made myself consider the children I might have with some other woman, and Helena, I cannot even imagine it. Those children are not mine because their mother is not you.”
― Harper St. George, The Lady Tempts an Heir

“He gently grasped her fingers. To touch her again after a week apart was bliss; heat and the faint hum of a current seemed to work its way up his arm to settle in his belly. His body recognized her immediately as need tore swiftly through him, the need to hold her against him and inhale her sweet scent, to feel the beat of her heart. The gold ring held a rose-cut emerald set in the middle of two matching diamonds with a scrollwork band.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“That was your home. It was a place you loved, and I won't have you selling it for me."
"It was not my home. I thought it mattered, but it doesn't." You are all that matters. "It was a shell of a building. I know what real loss feels like now, and that was a mere echo.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives, but as nouns.”
― Harper St. George, The Heiress Gets a Duke

“For the first time, Rose understood the danger before her. The difference between a man and a boy was as subtle as that of a wolf and a hound.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“It’s possible to care so much about what others think of you that you forget to take into account what you think of yourself.”
― Harper St. George, The Duchess Takes a Husband

“His overt wildness should have deterred her interest, but it had the opposite effect. She wanted something. To know him. To have some claim to him.”
― Harper St. George, Her Forbidden Gunslinger

“There's no need for chains. I can still take you until you're begging for more.”
― Harper St. George, His Abductor's Desire

“That family doesn’t produce biddable females, do they? What will you do?” “Show her that I can give her what she wants.” “That easy, huh?” Jacob raised a skeptical dark brow. “Women are simple, brother. There’s no secret to controlling them. Keep them well-bed and well-fed, and they tend to do as you ask.” His brother threw back his head and laughed. “God, I hope she marries you.” “You say that as if it will be a bad thing.” Christian frowned. “On the contrary. It will prove to be highly entertaining.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“My dearest Violet,


A belated birthday gift along with my regrets for not celebrating as we should have.

All my love,
C

Tears filled her eyes as she touched her chest where the locket rested beneath her clothing. She wore it still because she couldn't forget the morning he had given it to her, nor how she had felt, dumbstruck and silly with her love for him. A terrible but true way to describe the sheer bliss that had surrounded them. Blinking away the tears, she unwrapped the package revealing four books: Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Agnes Gray, and The Tenant of Windfell Hall. A quick examination revealed them to be all first editions.
Dropping into the chair, she read his note again two more times. Her finger traced the C. As much as she despised what he had done, she couldn't stop herself from missing him.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Guide my hands. I don't wish to hurt you."
"Lower," she said when he pressed fingertips to the middle of her back. "Lower," she urged, guiding him downward. "There."
He started softly, pressing the pads of his fingers to the muscles he felt. She sighed, a sound that vibrated down his spine, settling with a flickering and tightening heat in his scrotum. He shifted as his blood thickened like honey in his veins. This was too much to ask of him. He was already drunk on arousal and need. It swam through his head like whisky, making his thoughts give way to instinct and consequences appear murky.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“What will you do?” “Show her that I can give her what she wants.” “That easy, huh?” Jacob raised a skeptical dark brow. “Women are simple, brother. There’s no secret to controlling them. Keep them well-bed and well-fed, and they tend to do as you ask.” His brother threw back his head and laughed. “God, I hope she marries you.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“She stared at him, unable to believe that Christian had sold the one thing that had mean the most to him, the one thing that had started all of this. Without his love for Blythkirk, and the fire that had nearly destroyed it, he wouldn't have attempted to run away with her. "Blink if he sold Blythkirk."
He blinked.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life."
GEORGE ELIOT”
― Harper St. George, The Heiress Gets a Duke

“Violet.” His voice was above her. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, a fine edge of pain on his face. “I need to fuck you.” The crude words should have been shocking. She had only ever heard that word in jokes the workmen would shout at one another at Crenshaw Iron. But when Christian said them, they transferred his desperate need to her, so that she shared his fervor. “Yes. Please”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“My birth does instill in me certain privileges, but it is my fault for being blind to them."
Just like that, she felt her defenses lowering. Pleased with his answer, she smiled at him. "No one has ever told you no, have they, my lord?"
He grinned, revealing that tiny dimple in his cheek that sometimes made an appearance. "It happens. Occasionally."
"It should happen more often.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“She was too good at hiding behind the polite mask she had perfected years ago. One might think her cold, but only if one were too stupid to see the fire shining in her eyes.”
― Harper St. George, The Lady Tempts an Heir

“Do you like it?"
"Very much so." His joy at those words was diminished with her next. "I suppose an extra few hundred thousand dollars allows for some extravagance.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“The lines in his face deepened as he scanned the words from the first page of David’s letter. “They’re threatening to form a labor union?”
― Harper St. George, The Lady Tempts an Heir

“I think we might strike up a proper friendship if given the chance." She smiled, looking both shy and eager for his acceptance.
He had to look away, lest he reveal how much he wanted her. They could be very good friends. He could see that easily. She was charming and intelligent, with a sensible logic that belied her years. To be fair, she was not at all how he expected she would be. His interest before had been almost purely physical and mercenary- even then something else about her had appealed- but now... at some point during the past couple of days a fondness for her had taken root.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives, but as nouns. Elizabeth Cady Stanton”
― Harper St. George, The Heiress Gets a Duke

“I'm not sure I can ever repay you, considering I am leaving town for the foreseeable future, but if you have ever need of me, I assure you I will be happy to assist you in any way."
The coil of desire that seemed to always possess him in her presence made itself known, tightening deep in his gut. A vision of her on her knees in the carriage repaying him ran through his mind. She was entirely too naive to have meant those words the way his body had taken them. A quick glance at her innocent face assured him that he was every bit the lecher in this scenario.
He would not seduce her innocence away from her, not until they were married. That flicker of guilt returned, putting a fine edge of pain on his desire for her. The gossips would have told her that he was not some bastion of virtue. She must know that men like him were to be avoided. He had even heard Lady Helena warn her away. She should have run from him, or at least made him chase her down the pavement, forced to prove his good intentions. But no, she had put her small hand in his and allowed him to help her into his carriage. The wolf leading the innocent astray.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Little by little, the discomfort gave way to the aching pleasure from before. She canted her hips, caught as she was between the steel of his manhood and the skill of his fingers. The pulsing ache had returned, greedy and demanding more. Except this time he was there, filling her completely, creating a new wave of intoxicating pleasure with her every movement as he nudged against a sensitive place deep inside her.
"Yes, that's it." His voice was serrated with desire. "Fuck me."
A cry tore from her lips, and she tilted her hips again, pushing back. He answered her silent plea by thrusting into her at the same time. A spark of white-hot light shot across her vision. Then he did it again, and again, moving in a controlled rhythm that matched the stroking of his hand. He attacked her with pleasure from both sides. All too soon she was trembling, her breath coming erratically as she cried out into the blankets as wave after wave of gratification broke over her.
Only then did he falter in his pace. He fell over her, holding himself off her with one hand while grabbing a handful of her hair with the other. He pulled her head back and took her mouth in a kiss, his hips losing their rhythm too become erratic and fitful.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“She could only admire the breadth of his chest, each pectoral muscle clearly defined. Her palms itched to explore them, and she wanted to curl her fingers in the sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed over the flat plains of his belly. There was an indentation bisecting them that she ached to trace. The hair grew denser just below his navel, arrowing toward his low-slung drawers, half-opened now. She gasped when she saw it. The tip of him rose up, thick and pink, protruding over the top of the linen. The ache between her thighs increased, as if knowing he was meant to be inside her to assuage it.
He saw her take notice and kept his arms up, fingers laced behind his head, as if basking in her study of him.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“They can’t expect us to provide comfort”—he glanced down and read from the list—“food, medical care, death benefits. Our responsibility to them ends with their wages.”
― Harper St. George, The Lady Tempts an Heir

“Upon occasion the simplest way forward was the right path, even if it was littered with temptations.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Violet! Hand wraps not yet tied off, he hurried to the door just as she rushed into the room. She paused and looked faintly appalled when she saw him. The initial burst of joy he felt turned to caution. Shirtless in breeches and boots, his usual costume for bare-knuckle brawling matches that he had taken to wearing while exercising, he understood how he must look to her. Beastly and unrefined. His true nature.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Had he read about Lord Lucifer? Did he know the man was him? Had he read the sinful thoughts Miss Hamilton had about him? Violet had written them too honestly and explicitly for publication. She had intended to go back and edit out some of the more wicked lines. They had been little more than girlish fantasies she had set to paper. Those lines came out to torment her now.
He was depravity and his name was Lord Lucifer, the dark angel himself come to earth to tempt innocents. Rose had never so wanted to be debauched as when he gazed upon her.
And this one: She stared at his mouth, the sensual lips and pink tongue licking at the drop of honey, and she longed to feel him licking at her.
Oh, dear God! Neither of those were ever meant to see the light of day. She had written the last one in a heated moment after coming home from a ball where he had eaten a honey-drenched fig.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress